Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.